OOC: Death Enabled
Darth Andruil had heard about the party that was taking place in the palace despite the fact that she had no intention of attending. She was on Taris to inspect the Taris Academy when the news had reached her of what had happened last night.
To say that she was furious was an understatement. This "Wildfire" that had started to crawl its way out of Hutt Space was poison plain and simple. Reports from top Imperial scientists pointed to the likelihood that the substance was somehow connected to "unnatural" alchemical manipulation, but attempts thus far to learn more had been fruitless. She wanted it eradicated from the Empire, and the discovery that one of her Sith Lords - one of her alchemists - was peddling the substance to the next generation of the Sith had been grounds for an immediate summons.
She didn't take this meeting in an office, but rather a corner of the palace that had been isolated. No longer pregnant, she enjoyed being back on her feet, and she was unhappy enough about this that she wanted to be able to move. To clear her head. To look at the artwork. To not be stuck in a chair or behind a desk any longer.
The entire room was simmering with darkness long before Veles would arrive. The Empress's meditations had left a scent in the air that very much spoke to her displeasure regarding the current situation. In the hours since the incident, investigation had been placed at the absolute top of the priority list and she already had preliminary reports from the Peacekeepers and the Inquisitorius each with their own recommendations regarding the situation.
Now, she would hear what Veles had to say for himself.
To say that she was furious was an understatement. This "Wildfire" that had started to crawl its way out of Hutt Space was poison plain and simple. Reports from top Imperial scientists pointed to the likelihood that the substance was somehow connected to "unnatural" alchemical manipulation, but attempts thus far to learn more had been fruitless. She wanted it eradicated from the Empire, and the discovery that one of her Sith Lords - one of her alchemists - was peddling the substance to the next generation of the Sith had been grounds for an immediate summons.
She didn't take this meeting in an office, but rather a corner of the palace that had been isolated. No longer pregnant, she enjoyed being back on her feet, and she was unhappy enough about this that she wanted to be able to move. To clear her head. To look at the artwork. To not be stuck in a chair or behind a desk any longer.
The entire room was simmering with darkness long before Veles would arrive. The Empress's meditations had left a scent in the air that very much spoke to her displeasure regarding the current situation. In the hours since the incident, investigation had been placed at the absolute top of the priority list and she already had preliminary reports from the Peacekeepers and the Inquisitorius each with their own recommendations regarding the situation.
Now, she would hear what Veles had to say for himself.